The human flavor of words

At the border between speech and gesture,

Dust of water in the salty eyes survives unmussed

And stirs up dark in other people’s kindness.

It is the tongue-free that embellish the hands

In the way they carve and love air,

And take its rawness to the applauding ears.

There has never been more weight in the light silence

Of the gestures that paint our air

And words are saved for the greedy paper.

Yet, what is left draws the intimacy that lives

In-between words, waves and voices.

 

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